#skylight
Where to move at a dead end—
when the market-age roars,
crowning the unbound braid,
yet leaving the other voice untrained.
She glows like dawn; the other lingers in eclipse.
No shared throne,
no art of walking side-by-side.
Fireflies rise toward skylight,
yet remain alone in longing nights.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
One drunken night,
We confessed our love,
Under the skylight,
Like it's all we have.
The moon was there,
Our only source of light.
The witness of our love,
Is one majestic satellite.
Dazzling were your eyes,
Amidst the darkness of night.
Let's stay here for a while,
For "we" just feels so right.
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 9:43 PM UTC
A shower of rainbow beads
ricochet from my fingertips,
warm mist quietly descends,
whispering secrets from the Heavens,
a trap door for sunlight.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
Is this the sky?
Does it disguise
how seasons
play out?
How many
times?
Not yet
too many,
but more than
it set out to
Bound lightly
left on hempty
and winking:
Skylight
spreading
skynight
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC